A Super-Trap

The lights went out and the screens turned to random static. The chair retracted into the floor, leaving the dickgirl reporter stumbling barefoot and naked in the room, oddly confused.

She looked around the room, blinking...and saw her clothes, stacked and folded near the door that she had entered the White Room. It seemed like months ago, though Lois knew her whole experience couldn't have lasted more than a few hours.

Tentatively, Lois picked up the clothes, sniffed them—freshly cleaned. Not wanting to question this bit of good luck, the reporter quickly dressed, although her cock was a hard fit in the tight pants, leaving an unsightly bulge down her left leg. Still, it felt good to be dressed again.

Now, if only the door was open...

Lois tried the handle. To her surprise, it wasn't locked.

"Horsefeathers," the reporter whispered. She had a bad feeling about this. Still, as long as it got her out of here...

The reporter looked down the hallway. About ten feet away there was a flash of red, like a cape. A familiar S-shield stamped there. Immediately, her cock grew painfully hard. The figure looked back at her and laughed, then began to run away. Lois caught a glimpse of big breasts and a pert little ass, barely contained in a part of red shorts, bare legs and red boots.

Instinctively, Lois hobbled after her, barely able to run with her erection.

"Initial response is excellent," Luthor remarked. "We'll see what Lois does when she catches up to our super-decoy."

"And if she does what she's been programmed to do?" Mercy Graves asked.

"Then Lois Lane has become a Super-Trap for Superman and the rest of the Kryptonians," he gave a cruel smile.